Death & Fame (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
When I dieI don't care what happens to my bodythrow ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East Riverbury an ...
When I dieI don't care what happens to my bodythrow ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East Riverbury an ...
Jab Tun Aaya Jagat Mein, Log Hanse Tu RoyeAise Karni Na Kari, Pache Hanse Sab KoyeWhen you were born in ...
Jab Tun Aaya Jagat Mein, Log Hanse Tu RoyeAise Karni Na Kari, Pache Hanse Sab Koye[When you were born in ...
Dil Hi To Hai Na Sang-o-KhistDard Se Bhar Na Aaye Kyon?Royenge Hum Hazaar BaarKoyee Hamein Sataye Kyon?Dair Nahin, Haram Nahin,Dar ...
Ye blest celestial twain, From your bright spheres descending,He called ye not in vain, His soul's devotion tending.To liberty and truth, With burning ...
Sakhiya Wah Ghar Sabse Nyara,Jaha Puran Purush HumaraJaha Nahi Sukh DukhSanch Jhuth NahiPap Na Pun PasaraNahin Din Reyn Chand Nahi ...
I have a longing to be free; The soul that in me hides Its mouldering fires, unwillingly Its day of liberation bides. Clouds, that ...
A poet is not a jukebox, so don't tell me what to write. I read a dear friend a poem ...
Come all ye true friends of the nation,Attend to humanity's call;Come aid the poor slave's liberation,And roll on the liberty ...
When I die I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East ...
Our hands on history the prints of our nations all people under dictatorship able to ask questions Where were we ...
Something of liberation theology in the words of Christ the upside down language in the Sermon on the Mount Our ...
So much to lose, station, power, all that he was wealth, possession defining the rich man A challenge to trust ...
Like a thick cluster of ripe Concord grapes The blueberries hung on the bush Eager for my grasp, their liberation ...
Grown child, where is your laughter? Do you laugh, smile, cheer in the song of the wind, the leap of ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
All night the knot in the shoelace waits for its liberation, and the match on the table packs its head ...
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